If the morning light don't steal our soul,
We will walk away from empty gold.
If the morning light don't steal our soul,
We will walk away from empty gold.

We're the underdogs in this world alone,
I'm a believer, got a fever running through my bones.
We're the alley cats, and they can throw their stones,
They can break our hearts, they won't take our souls.

We're the underdogs in this world alone,
I'm a believer, got a fever running through my bones.
We're the alley cats, and they can throw their stones,
They can break our hearts, they won't take our souls

If the morning light don't steal our soul,
We will walk away from empty gold.
If the morning light don't steal our soul,
We will walk away from empty gold.